President uncle, don't come close

Ling Moqin felt as if she had slept for a long time, until she felt her body getting heavier and heavier... Vaguely, she seemed to hear Sheng Huaizhe calling her all the time. His voice was very gentle and seemed afraid to frighten her... She tried to open her eyes, but found that her eyelids were really heavy. She couldn't open her eyes with great effort.

"Moqin, it's time to wake up."

Sheng Huaizhe frowned. She seemed really tired. He had watched her sleep for a long time since he came out. He didn't want to wake her up until it was getting dark.

However, Ling Moqin seems not to have heard it. She has been in a deep sleep. Once again, her eyelids are raised, but she immediately goes back to sleep... She looks really tired. How did she get here these days?

Sheng Huaizhe felt a slight pain in his heart. He didn't know how Ling Moqin took care of himself when she was alone. He only knew that she looked like she needed to be taken care of and protected. The thin body looks very weak

It was like hearing someone calling her. Ling Moqin moved his body, found a more comfortable position, and then continued to sleep... Sheng Huaizhe looked at her like a little cat, stretched out a drill into the sofa, moved in his heart, lowered his head and leaned down, and couldn't help kissing her forehead

It's hot! She had a fever, and he never found it... Damn it!

Sheng Huaizhe touched Ling Moqin's forehead. The temperature was so high that he was shocked... He quickly helped her cover the quilt tighter, and then held her carefully to sleep on the bed in the bedroom.

During this period, Ling Moqin seemed to know that her body was being moved. At the same time, she felt very relieved. She even couldn't help drilling into the arms of the person holding her and found a more comfortable position

Sheng Huaizhe's eyebrows were almost knotted. He took out his thermometer and measured it. It was 38 degrees! When he was in the hospital, he thought she didn't look very comfortable, but he didn't really ask her... Thinking of his carelessness, he found that Ling Moqin was ill. Sheng Huaizhe felt a little guilty.

He skillfully helped Ling Moqin take off her coat, shoes, quilt, hot water and towel to cool her forehead. Looking at the way she was still sleeping, his heart was a little heavy.

How did she take care of herself when she was alone? How long has it been since he went to the United States? It is the second time he has seen her sick without knowing it. Did she know she would hurt him?

Holding her slender hand, Sheng Huaizhe felt cold. It's only autumn now, but her hands are not as cold as words. Sheng Huaizhe put her hand close to his lips and kissed a few times

"Well..."

Ling Moqin felt that her hand was held by others and felt the soft touch on the back of her hand. She suddenly felt satisfied

"Little guy, it's time to wake up."

She hasn't eaten for a long time. He just cooked porridge and wanted her to get up and eat before going to bed.

Who is it? Who's calling her little guy? In my impression, only Sheng Huaizhe called her like this... At that time, she always liked to call him uncle, or secretly called him old bacon, while he called her little guy with a smile on his face.

When the little guy came back to the dream, everything became clear with Mingzhe

"If you don't wake up, I'll wake you up in another way."

The gentle voice gently threatened her ear. Ling Moqin frowned. Who was deliberately learning from Sheng Huaizhe before

In the past, when it was cold, she always stayed in bed. Sheng Huaizhe threatened her to get up, and the other way he said was to do something that made her blush and heartbeat

wait! Why is the voice so real? She's not dreaming... I remember Sheng Huaizhe was really with her before going to bed. He was making chicken soup in the kitchen

Ling Moqin slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Sheng Huaizhe's enlarged face in front of her, she almost reflexively closed her eyes again.

"I've seen you open your eyes, little guy."

Sheng Huaizhe was angry and funny. She was sick and was so naughty. But she looks in good spirits. It seems that the fever has not affected her mood

"Why did I fall asleep? We should send Zhuwen chicken soup!"

Pretending to be unable to sleep, Ling Moqin felt a little embarrassed and hurried to find a topic by himself. His face looked a little unnatural.

"If you wait, Zhuwen will be hungry. Don't worry, I've asked someone to send it to him first, and Qin Mingzheng is still there. "

Sheng Huaizhe helped her tidy up the quilt. Looking at her panicked appearance, he suddenly felt that such a lovely Ling Moqin had been a little long lost. This was her full of vitality before

"I didn't know I would sleep so long. Why didn't you wake me up?"

Ling Moqin felt that Sheng Huaizhe must have been intentional. She saw a smile in his eyes. Is that funny? She just fell asleep and had a dream... Wait, if this is not a dream, then the real touch on the back of her hand is

How can lingqin zhe stare at her while she is asleep

"You have a fever, do you know?"

Sheng Huaizhe couldn't laugh or cry. He just kissed her. That's because he couldn't help it... Now she looks at him with such a sad look. Does he want to apologize? Killing him won't apologize to her. It's a beautiful thing for him.

"Oh."

Ling Moqin doesn't seem to care much about Sheng Huaizhe's fever. She touches her forehead, which seems to be a little hot... However, her thoughts still stay in her dream when she is asleep... Sheng Huaizhe is so gentle that she is almost under the illusion

"Oh? Get up and have some porridge before you go to sleep. In this way, the fever will subside quickly. "

Sheng Huaizhe felt that at this moment he was like a father taking care of his daughter. All the feelings and emotions when he first met Ling Moqin came out. Although he didn't know why he had such an illusion, he thought it was a good thing... The distance between him and Ling Moqin didn't seem so far.

"Did you cook porridge?"

Ling Moqin remembered the dream when she got sick with a cold last time. In the dream, Sheng Huaizhe would cook porridge for her and feed her personally... But the dream is a dream and impractical.

"It's not the first time you've eaten my porridge. Quickly put on your coat and come out. I'll hold it for you first... "

Sheng Huaizhe said and went outside. Looking at his tall figure, Ling Moqin was a little stunned... When did they return to such a familiar time? It's like... They never separated.

And what did he just mean? She doesn't remember drinking his porridge before, except in a dream